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You can find stories like this and more early on my Patreon and/or Subscribestar. Enjoy!", "writing": " Takoda didn’t know where they were headed until the car hit the highway. The knowledge made him anxious. It was that odd kind of anxiety where one was about to do something they’ve wanted, something they’ve thought about for months or even years, and suddenly came to realize something could go wrong. Exactly what, he wasn’t sure. That was the worst part; the unknown error that could happen. \n \n Chen, the tiger’s best friend, didn’t share the sentiment. The wolf’s tail was a blur when he kidnapped him that morning. A friendly kidnapping, where one who had a house key could come in freely, walk into your room, and jump with the pure undiluted excitement of a child on Christmas morning. It is no wonder that Vanessa liked to keep him bound. \n \n Takoda was the opposite. Tigers weren’t as widely stereotyped as canines, but some traits, like his love of a good night’s rest, tended to linger. Some people considered this as oversleeping. Not Takoda. The true crime was waking up early and the coffee Chen gave him after constantly negging him for some wasn’t doing him any favors. \n \n It also burnt his tongue but that’s what coffee did. \n \n “How’d she set this up?” Takoda asked.\n \n “She did her research,” Chen said, eyes on the road. “Read a few reviews, called a few people, you know how it is.”\n \n “But how did she afford this?”\n \n Chen shrugged, “If she wants something, she’ll find a way.” \n \n If anything could be said about Vanessa, it was that she was determined. The trio met through an online forum about BDSM. Takoda, being an inexperienced virgin at the time and an introvert even online, had been taken in by the world’s most insufferable extrovert; Chen. The tiger found the attention despite hindsight telling him that it was incredibly stupid to be flirting with a stranger on the internet. Chen just had a way with words and knew how to top even when they were both subs. \n \n It was through Chen that Takoda met Vanessa. She came to the board later but quickly proved to be a bigger freak than most others, going at length about the things she wanted to do and the practical ways of doing it. Most people online just wanted to play with fantasies. She intended to make them real, something Takoda saw as a fire in the darkness. It illuminates the area but can burn you if you’re not careful. He was Chen’s lifeline in case that happened, and Chen fell madly in love with the cheetah. Not enough to make Takoda a third wheel, but close.\n The first meeting of the trio ended with Takoda worshipping Chen’s sack as the two were making out. By the third Takoda got the chance to pound the wolf’s tight hole while Vanessa watched, both of their leashes in her hand. By the fifth they were both eager to drop anything at her beck and call, something she tried not to abuse. \n \n During the drive Takoda did what research he could on varying signal strength. Rub Ranch was a ponyplay playspace that had onsite trainers in addition for private rentals. From the costs he gathered that only the wealthy could afford to keep the place running and there were a lot of wealthy people interested in ponyplay. Stood to reason given that they could afford it. The prices Takoda noticed told him to keep his fantasies as fantasies. Reality was too rich for this blood. \n \n One of these days he’d need to ask Vanessa how she got her money. The question came up a few times and always died at the tip of his tongue. Maybe she was an heiress, or maybe she had a well paying job that kept her on-staff but with a loose leash so she could be gone for days on end. \n \n “Does Vanessa have a yacht?” Takoda asked out of the blue. \n \n “She’d tell us if she had a yacht,” Chen said. People with yachts were open about it. Unless they were trying to mingle with poor people. Takoda wasn’t poor, and neither was Chen. At least, they didn’t think they were poor. Bondage gear suppliers thought otherwise. \n \n The coffee had done its job when the gates of Rub Ranch came into view. It was far off the highway past a few dirt roads and hidden by a thick forest. Nature's privacy as it were. Vanessa got out of her car when they pulled up. \n \n Cheetahs were not known for being tall. They weren’t the smallest of the big cat families but most treated them as such. Takoda would know, being a tiger that often failed to meet the stereotype of confident and stoic. He got the isolated part down. \n \n If Vanessa was told this she rejected it. She was tall, at least a few inches over Chen without heels, and had enough muscle to keep either of her boytoys in a lock with the right position and technique. Not enough to win an arm wrestling match, but one look from those crimson eyes would have them submit the moment she grabbed their hand. She smiled when they got out of the car. His knees felt weak. Even in sweatpants and a loose hoodie, she commanded his respect without asking. \n \n “Thanks for the coffee,” she said, grabbing the second one he’d bought. Chen didn’t need it unless he wanted to crash the car. Takoda’s gratitude was silenced with a kiss, followed by Chen getting a mouthful. She eyed the tiger when doing it, gazing lingering on his burgeoning erection. He was an open book to her, the kind with the wear and tear of several read throughs and several more to come. \n \n “Bleh,” she spat out the coffee. “It’s cold.”\n \n “I told you we should have gotten it iced,” said Chen.\n \n Annoyed, Takoda struggled to sound apologetic. “Sorry. He pulled me out of bed and I needed coffee. I didn’t think it’d be a long drive.” \n \n “No, no, it’s fine.” Vanessa popped open the cap and poured it out slowly, letting the brown liquid splash upon the concrete in front of Takoda. “Not like I need it. Napped already while I was waiting.” \n \n For a large ranch with several stables, there were few people present. A stallion at the front desk gave them a set of keys followed by a wink and a smile. “Hope you three enjoy yourselves.”\n \n “How exactly are we doing that?” Takoda asked, finally overcoming his anxiety. “I mean, we’ve never done pony play.”\n \n “I’ve done my research,” said Vanessa.\n \n “So Chen says.”\n \n “Do you doubt me?” \n \n “W-What? No. Just, well, curious.” It wasn’t as if they could make use of an entire ranch with just the three of them. Vanessa didn’t seem bothered, and made it clear when she slipped a hand down Takoda’s pants. \n \n “That’s your problem, Takoda,” she said, her voice low enough to be a whisper but loud enough for everyone to hear. “Curiosity isn’t bad, but you think too much. You let that little voice in your head tell you every bad thing that could happen, repeating the lie until you either make it true or run away before it could be.”\n \n Any response Takoda had fell silent under the huffs and grunts made from her stroking his cock. It hardened behind his pants, her tight grip taking full ownership like she deserved. She was the only thing keeping him from falling to his knees. \n \n “I won’t let that happen. That’s why you come to me. Why you let me touch you like this. Because you know you’re safe in my hands, right?” He nodded. She squeezed. “Say it, Takoda. Don’t hide.”\n \n “I-I’m safe in your hands.” Hard too, but she knew that. \n \n She smiled with confidence. “Good. And when you’re in my hands, you don’t need to think too hard. You just need to follow my orders and you’ll come out feeling great. We’ve done this song and dance enough for you to know that. You want to feel good, right?” \n \n She pumped faster. Takoda bit his lip and nodded, stammering out words when she squeezed. “Yes, mistress.” \n \n “Do you trust me?”\n \n “Yes, mistress.”\n \n “Are you ready to be a pony for me? A good, playful, showpony?” \n \n “Yes, mistress.”\n \n “Do you want to cum?”\n \n “Yes, mistress!”\n \n She withdrew her hand. Takoda squirmed, whining as the sudden rise of his release fell. He’d experienced ruined orgasms but this was before the ruining. She knew what buttons to press, what levers to pull, and, worst of all, when to stop. The tent in Takoda’s pants said more than he could. \n \n Chen shared the same, with his twitching when Vanessa wiped her hand free of precum across his shirt. “You boys are too fun,” she mused aloud, chuckling to herself all the way to the lockers. Takoda wasn’t sure what he was expecting but the lockers were normal. Maybe he expected them to be more stable themed, with each locker being big enough for a feral horse. Vanessa’s comments of thinking too much came back to bite him, so he slapped himself of the thought and stripped when she said to. \n \n Neither had difficulty with this. Not even Takoda’s anxieties could force him to disobey a fun order. If Vanessa said jump, he knew it’d be fun and that Chen would jump several feet higher to make her smile. So while Takoda’s pants were being taken off, Chen was already naked and standing proud like a heroic bust. \n \n “Show off,” Takoda said with a grin. Chen laughed.\n \n “He’s an eager stud. Perfect for breeding,” Vanessa stepped between them, giving another kiss to the wolf whilst kicking his clothes aside. “And you, my pretty tiger, are going to be the best showpony.”\n \n “Showpony?” It wasn’t a term Takoda heard much when looking at ponyplay. Or maybe he’d skipped it for the more pornographic elements of the hobby. Chen didn’t seem to know either, though his tongue was out and panting with lust already so odds were the wolf didn’t have many brain cells to rub together. \n \n Vanessa smiled the way she did when something was going her way. “Hmm…no, I don’t think we’re quite ready yet. I need my studs to be a little more, frisky, before we start. Chen?”\n \n The wolf drew close. Takoda tasted his lips against his. The wolf pressed him against the cold steel of the lockers, his warm body pinning him in place. Strong hands crawled down his chest and his hot breath warmed his soul.\n \n Takoda held him close. Their cocks hardened as their tongues twisted together, grinding against one another until they were solid with tips wet with precum. Chen could overpower him but not easily. Takoda let it happen, eager to be the one pushed and prodded like so many times before. \n \n Vanessa watched out of the corner of his eye. She took to a bench, legs wide and the handle of a riding crop pressed against her crotch like it was a cock. She shuddered through bitten lips, grinding and twisting that handle to the sight of her two boytoys enjoying one another. \n \n He’d been ready to burst when Vanessa commanded they stop. She pulled Chen away with her crop around his neck and made him kneel, whispering sweet nothings into his pointed ears that Takoda leaned in to hear. \n \n “Get the gear,” she told the tiger, pointing to the nearest open locker. Two leather harnesses, two pairs of hoofed boots and gloves all made from latex, bit gags and matching harnesses, the reins, and more. Two full pairs of pony play gear. His hands shivered to the touch of cool leather against his paws. His cock stood tall and pulsed with what was to come. \n \n Normally he’d be in the gear first, courtesy of Chen helping at Vanessa’s direction. So when she told him to put Chen in gear, he had to do a double-take just to be clear. \n \n Chen restrained himself until the gear was in place and let it restrain him. Like a wild beast he tested the binds, growling with lust empowered by Vanessa’s constant teasing. He became almost feral behind the gag, howling and grunting until the entire set turned him into a bound pony.\n \n The wolf normally stood a few inches taller than Takoda but the extra inches from the hooves made him tower over the tiger. Takoda gulped, grinning wide with his cock twitching.\n “What did I tell ya?” Vanessa said from behind, her words like a warm summer breeze coasting down his fur. “Breeding stud. Now if only he had a showpony to breed.” \n \n “If…if only…” Takoda licked his lips. His mouth felt too dry too quickly. \n \n Vanessa grinned, teasingly hooking her fingers into his chest. “I think you’d make a good showpony, Takoda. Don’t you?”\n \n He whinnied. It was a weak one, anxious and not-practiced, but Vanessa liked those. She liked vulnerability in her playmates, to see them squirm for her enjoyment and theirs, whether they realized it at first. Takoda once thought she could sniff that weakness, and the cheetah knew it. She gave him a long whiff when he whinnied, and chuckled to herself. \n \n She started with his boots. Takoda didn’t struggle like Chen so Vanessa could tease him more, tell him that his new feet were perfect little stompers for him to strut in. Then came the snug harness for his fur, followed by the head-harness and bit-gag over the collar latched around his neck. The blinders cut off most peripheral vision to the point of uselessness, leaving him at the mercy of Vanessa’s commands for the next bits of gear. Soon he was in the same attire as Chen, hooves and all, yet somehow still shorter. \n \n All that was left was the tail. Takoda wondered why they hadn’t put the tails on first when Vanessa brought it up. He tried to speak but that earned him a flick of her crop. “Ah, ah, ah. Ponies neigh and whinny. They don’t speak.”\n \n They were lined up over a bench, facing one another. Their actual tails were bound up their backs, leaving them free for her to push something inside. He figured it wouldn’t be much. That changed at the sound of latex gloves being pulled over her hands. \n \n “I want to make sure they fit nice and snug. So just relax.” \n \n Something cold and slimy lathered his backside. Teeth dug into his gag as the first finger sank into him. It circled his inner hole, casually trailing the gloved tip along the sensitive walls. Then came a second finger, and together they shaped themselves into a hook. \n \n “That’s it…” Vanessa cooed, patting his flank. “Just relax. I know you can take more, Takoda. I’ve trained you for it.”\n \n By the fourth finger he wants huffing. The chains binding his restraints to leathers rattled as he hunkered for control. Then came the fifth. She shaped her hand like a spear tip, slowly sinking inside him until her entire hand filled him. She curled it into a fist, pushing the pressure down on his prostate until his voice cracked with every whinny and neighing sound he made. Chen watched like he was in a trance, his cock dripping with envy.\n \n The absence of her hand became a cold longing. His ass gaped open, slowly closing while he pleaded for her to fill it. To bring him back and over the end. She complied with a tail plug, one that felt as thick as a soda can. His legs became jelly through the process, needing a moment to adjust to the newfound filling. \n \n Chen started rutting when she fingered his backside, as if the empty pillows of air could hug his dick tight enough for release. By the end he looked just as pitiful, a bound and horny beast unable to relieve itself. Chen even tried smacking his cock against his stomach like a feral horse. No such luck. \n \n Vanessa gave them time to adjust their wobbly legs. All of five minutes before cracking her crop to get them marching. “Come on, ponies. We’ve got an entire day and I don’t want to waste time.”\n \n The sun shone across the wide open field of grass and dirt. A white fence encircled the play space with metal gates separating it from other spaces and stables. The ranch was far bigger from this angle than when they’d come in. So much space, so much freedom to be seen by no one save those participating. His heart fluttered as he took his first step forward. \n \n “No!” Vanessa cracked her crop on his flank. His mistake was walking like a person, not a horse. He had to kick his knees high with his back straight. Like he was prancing. Chen needed a few steps to get it down and once he did Takoda followed along. Every time they messed up, she smacked her crop along their backsides. \n \n “Whoever goes the full lap without a smack gets a treat.” \n \n To everyone’s surprise, Takoda succeeded first. Something about not liking pain beat out Chen’s inability to balance on hooves. The treat in question was a solid cupping of his balls and three strong strokes with her spit slathering his cock.\n \n Chen won next time. \n \n The challenges got progressively harder. First it was one lap with no mistakes. Then it was two laps. Then it was a race. Then a sprint. Her rewards varied from more intensive handjobs to feeling the warmth of her mouth and tongue enveloping their rods entirely, leaving her saliva as a reminder of what they were fighting for as it cooled in the open air over their glistening rods. \n \n Their bodies burned with exhaustion as the sun darkened into the afternoon. Even with water breaks in between the two could barely walk another step, let alone run. Takoda couldn’t tell if his cheeks were wet from sweat, or tears from being on edge for hours. \n \n “Hope you’re not ready to turn in just yet,” Vanessa said, pulling their reins with care and authority. Hunched and tired, the two followed her back into the stables, where Takoda found a strange bench. It was too tall to sit on unless one hopped on it, and too short to be much of a bench. It only occurred to him what it was when she pushed him over it, ass out and body bound in place. \n \n “I know how it feels,” Vanessa patted his backside gently. Her finger trailed along the ring of his asshole, each little tap against the plug hitting like a hammer. “They say if you have an erection for too long you should call a doctor. But that’s just for viagra. What about a natural erection? What if you’re hard for hours, unable to cum, unable to even touch yourself while this cute hunk is by your side. He’s hard, he’s hot, he’s horny, and you’re the same.”\n \n She wasn’t talking to him, nor Chen, but both. They were her pets, her precious ponies all ready to breed but too obedient to push for it. Like dogs waiting for the clicker before devouring the filled food bowl. \n \n The cheetah grabbed his plug by the fake horsetail and pulled ever so slowly. He huffed, fists balling inside his hooved gloves as the silicon toy ground against his walls. Once again he’d been left empty. His exposed inner walls shivering to room temperature. By her hands Chen’s cock braced his waiting hole. By her command he sank inside. By her authority he took it slow, restraining himself from burying himself to the knot.\n \n It was hot. Compared to the lifeless tail Chen’s cock pulsed with blood and desire. Takoda struggled not to squeeze, not to demand he go in and fill every inch. \n \n Vanessa circled back around, leash in hand to keep Chen steady. She settled her crotch against Takoda’s snout. He smelled her desire beneath her pants, felt the wet lust pooling against his nose. She’d denied herself the entire time. \n \n Chen sped up. His thrusts became wet slaps against the tiger’s backside. Grunts that escaped were broken and bestial. Vanessa kept the wolf’s leash taut, both for his sake and to keep balance as she ground her cunt against Takoda’s face. \n \n Amid his intoxication Takoda could do little. His cock dangled freely, moved by the force of Chen’s pistoning. The bench creaked under him but stood stronger as waves of orgasmic overload crashed against his dam. He was close. So close. It scarcely fell when Chen slipped out. The wolf whined all the same, almost balefully pleading for help in getting back inside. \n \n “What am I to do with you?” \n \n She left them both, enjoying the tears of desperation before swaggering away to another locker. From there she pulled out some more leather straps. Takoda’s cock dripped with anticipation for what would come next. He did not expect the thick horsecock dildo strapped over her crotch. \n \n “What do you think, Takoda?” She asked, laying the fat purple phallus over his face. “Do you think our breeding stud needs help?”\n \n Takoda nodded. Chen’s cock, currently nestled between the tiger’s buttcheeks, hardened. He watched her leave as far as his blinders allowed, her fat cock swaying with every step. He heard the bottle pop open, spurt a glop of cold lube, and felt Chen tense after she pulled his tail out.\n \n Vanessa tossed the bottle aside, propped the lubed cock against her bitch boy’s asshole, and slowly pushed inside. Chen winced, his head arching back with an open mouth moan mutilated by his gag. Like with Takoda she took her time, feeling out how deep she could delve into the wolf. When satisfied she lined his cock back against the tiger’s ass, whispering just out of Takoda’s hearing as she slid Chen back inside. \n \n “Follow my lead, Stud,” she said loud enough for them both. With care she pushed in and out of Chen, hands on his hips to help him follow along. Takoda shuddered, feeling the tide swell inside him as the wolf fucked him. As the cheetah fucked him through the wolf. \n \n The stable filled with the wet sounds of slapping cocks, lube slicked silicon, tensing leather, and every grunt the three could manage. Vanessa built her rhythm slowly until she was slamming into Chen with all the force she could muster. \n \n Thick white ropes painted the ground under Takoda. She kept ramming into them, even as Chen filled the tiger’s backside. What started as a reward for an exhausting day turned into a session of post-orgasmic torture. They uttered pleadings for mercy but both knew that wouldn’t stop her, nor did they wish it. All they had to do was utter their safewords and Vanessa would end. But she hadn’t finished with herself yet, and she was close. Both would crawl over hot coals if it brought her over the edge. They trusted that she’d find a way to make the burn euphoric. \n \n So when it came, from sheer mental rush, Vanessa cried out. She hilted the entire length into Chen. Her snout buried into his back fur, mixing his sweat against her clothes. For a moment they hung there, from a second to a minute, until she pulled out with a shudder as if her cock were real enough to burn with every nerve.\n \n “Fuck…” she muttered, “I needed that.”\n \n \n ***\n \n The ranch provided everything they needed to clean their gear. By the time the trio hit the showers their paws were pruny from soap and water. Post sex showers were rarely an erotic affair, and this one was no different as they huddled together to soak in the warm torrent, methodically rubbing in shampoo in each other’s fur until they were as clean as could be. \n \n “Worth every penny,” Vanessa said in response to Takoda asking if she enjoyed renting the place. “You?”\n \n Chen nodded happily. Takoda followed, though he looked around one last time at the empty ranch on the way to his car. \n \n “Seems a bit odd, doing this alone in such a big place.”\n \n Vanessa grinned. “Oh? Does someone want an audience?”\n \n He blushed. “I…I wouldn’t go that far.” \n \n The cheetah pulled him in for a quick kiss. “Sure. I’ll keep that in mind for our next venture.”\n \n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "       Takoda didn’t know where they were headed until the car hit the highway. The knowledge made him anxious. It was that odd kind of anxiety where one was about to do something they’ve wanted, something they’ve thought about for months or even years, and suddenly came to realize something could go wrong. Exactly what, he wasn’t sure. That was the worst part; the unknown error that could happen.
      
       Chen, the tiger’s best friend, didn’t share the sentiment. The wolf’s tail was a blur when he kidnapped him that morning. A friendly kidnapping, where one who had a house key could come in freely, walk into your room, and jump with the pure undiluted excitement of a child on Christmas morning. It is no wonder that Vanessa liked to keep him bound.
      
       Takoda was the opposite. Tigers weren’t as widely stereotyped as canines, but some traits, like his love of a good night’s rest, tended to linger. Some people considered this as oversleeping. Not Takoda. The true crime was waking up early and the coffee Chen gave him after constantly negging him for some wasn’t doing him any favors.
      
       It also burnt his tongue but that’s what coffee did.
      
       “How’d she set this up?” Takoda asked.
      
       “She did her research,” Chen said, eyes on the road. “Read a few reviews, called a few people, you know how it is.”
      
       “But how did she afford this?”
      
       Chen shrugged, “If she wants something, she’ll find a way.”
      
       If anything could be said about Vanessa, it was that she was determined. The trio met through an online forum about BDSM. Takoda, being an inexperienced virgin at the time and an introvert even online, had been taken in by the world’s most insufferable extrovert; Chen. The tiger found the attention despite hindsight telling him that it was incredibly stupid to be flirting with a stranger on the internet. Chen just had a way with words and knew how to top even when they were both subs.
      
       It was through Chen that Takoda met Vanessa. She came to the board later but quickly proved to be a bigger freak than most others, going at length about the things she wanted to do and the practical ways of doing it. Most people online just wanted to play with fantasies. She intended to make them real, something Takoda saw as a fire in the darkness. It illuminates the area but can burn you if you’re not careful. He was Chen’s lifeline in case that happened, and Chen fell madly in love with the cheetah. Not enough to make Takoda a third wheel, but close.
       The first meeting of the trio ended with Takoda worshipping Chen’s sack as the two were making out. By the third Takoda got the chance to pound the wolf’s tight hole while Vanessa watched, both of their leashes in her hand. By the fifth they were both eager to drop anything at her beck and call, something she tried not to abuse.
      
       During the drive Takoda did what research he could on varying signal strength. Rub Ranch was a ponyplay playspace that had onsite trainers in addition for private rentals. From the costs he gathered that only the wealthy could afford to keep the place running and there were a lot of wealthy people interested in ponyplay. Stood to reason given that they could afford it. The prices Takoda noticed told him to keep his fantasies as fantasies. Reality was too rich for this blood.
      
       One of these days he’d need to ask Vanessa how she got her money. The question came up a few times and always died at the tip of his tongue. Maybe she was an heiress, or maybe she had a well paying job that kept her on-staff but with a loose leash so she could be gone for days on end.
      
       “Does Vanessa have a yacht?” Takoda asked out of the blue.
      
       “She’d tell us if she had a yacht,” Chen said. People with yachts were open about it. Unless they were trying to mingle with poor people. Takoda wasn’t poor, and neither was Chen. At least, they didn’t think they were poor. Bondage gear suppliers thought otherwise.
      
       The coffee had done its job when the gates of Rub Ranch came into view. It was far off the highway past a few dirt roads and hidden by a thick forest. Nature's privacy as it were. Vanessa got out of her car when they pulled up.
      
       Cheetahs were not known for being tall. They weren’t the smallest of the big cat families but most treated them as such. Takoda would know, being a tiger that often failed to meet the stereotype of confident and stoic. He got the isolated part down.
      
       If Vanessa was told this she rejected it. She was tall, at least a few inches over Chen without heels, and had enough muscle to keep either of her boytoys in a lock with the right position and technique. Not enough to win an arm wrestling match, but one look from those crimson eyes would have them submit the moment she grabbed their hand. She smiled when they got out of the car. His knees felt weak. Even in sweatpants and a loose hoodie, she commanded his respect without asking.
      
       “Thanks for the coffee,” she said, grabbing the second one he’d bought. Chen didn’t need it unless he wanted to crash the car. Takoda’s gratitude was silenced with a kiss, followed by Chen getting a mouthful. She eyed the tiger when doing it, gazing lingering on his burgeoning erection. He was an open book to her, the kind with the wear and tear of several read throughs and several more to come.
      
       “Bleh,” she spat out the coffee. “It’s cold.”
      
       “I told you we should have gotten it iced,” said Chen.
      
       Annoyed, Takoda struggled to sound apologetic. “Sorry. He pulled me out of bed and I needed coffee. I didn’t think it’d be a long drive.”
      
       “No, no, it’s fine.” Vanessa popped open the cap and poured it out slowly, letting the brown liquid splash upon the concrete in front of Takoda. “Not like I need it. Napped already while I was waiting.”
      
       For a large ranch with several stables, there were few people present. A stallion at the front desk gave them a set of keys followed by a wink and a smile. “Hope you three enjoy yourselves.”
      
       “How exactly are we doing that?” Takoda asked, finally overcoming his anxiety. “I mean, we’ve never done pony play.”
      
       “I’ve done my research,” said Vanessa.
      
       “So Chen says.”
      
       “Do you doubt me?”
      
       “W-What? No. Just, well, curious.” It wasn’t as if they could make use of an entire ranch with just the three of them. Vanessa didn’t seem bothered, and made it clear when she slipped a hand down Takoda’s pants.
      
       “That’s your problem, Takoda,” she said, her voice low enough to be a whisper but loud enough for everyone to hear. “Curiosity isn’t bad, but you think too much. You let that little voice in your head tell you every bad thing that could happen, repeating the lie until you either make it true or run away before it could be.”
      
       Any response Takoda had fell silent under the huffs and grunts made from her stroking his cock. It hardened behind his pants, her tight grip taking full ownership like she deserved. She was the only thing keeping him from falling to his knees.
      
       “I won’t let that happen. That’s why you come to me. Why you let me touch you like this. Because you know you’re safe in my hands, right?” He nodded. She squeezed. “Say it, Takoda. Don’t hide.”
      
       “I-I’m safe in your hands.” Hard too, but she knew that.
      
       She smiled with confidence. “Good. And when you’re in my hands, you don’t need to think too hard. You just need to follow my orders and you’ll come out feeling great. We’ve done this song and dance enough for you to know that. You want to feel good, right?”
      
       She pumped faster. Takoda bit his lip and nodded, stammering out words when she squeezed. “Yes, mistress.”
      
       “Do you trust me?”
      
       “Yes, mistress.”
      
       “Are you ready to be a pony for me? A good, playful, showpony?”
      
       “Yes, mistress.”
      
       “Do you want to cum?”
      
       “Yes, mistress!”
      
       She withdrew her hand. Takoda squirmed, whining as the sudden rise of his release fell. He’d experienced ruined orgasms but this was before the ruining. She knew what buttons to press, what levers to pull, and, worst of all, when to stop. The tent in Takoda’s pants said more than he could.
      
       Chen shared the same, with his twitching when Vanessa wiped her hand free of precum across his shirt. “You boys are too fun,” she mused aloud, chuckling to herself all the way to the lockers. Takoda wasn’t sure what he was expecting but the lockers were normal. Maybe he expected them to be more stable themed, with each locker being big enough for a feral horse. Vanessa’s comments of thinking too much came back to bite him, so he slapped himself of the thought and stripped when she said to.
      
       Neither had difficulty with this. Not even Takoda’s anxieties could force him to disobey a fun order. If Vanessa said jump, he knew it’d be fun and that Chen would jump several feet higher to make her smile. So while Takoda’s pants were being taken off, Chen was already naked and standing proud like a heroic bust.
      
       “Show off,” Takoda said with a grin. Chen laughed.
      
       “He’s an eager stud. Perfect for breeding,” Vanessa stepped between them, giving another kiss to the wolf whilst kicking his clothes aside. “And you, my pretty tiger, are going to be the best showpony.”
      
       “Showpony?” It wasn’t a term Takoda heard much when looking at ponyplay. Or maybe he’d skipped it for the more pornographic elements of the hobby. Chen didn’t seem to know either, though his tongue was out and panting with lust already so odds were the wolf didn’t have many brain cells to rub together.
      
       Vanessa smiled the way she did when something was going her way. “Hmm…no, I don’t think we’re quite ready yet. I need my studs to be a little more, frisky, before we start. Chen?”
      
       The wolf drew close. Takoda tasted his lips against his. The wolf pressed him against the cold steel of the lockers, his warm body pinning him in place. Strong hands crawled down his chest and his hot breath warmed his soul.
      
       Takoda held him close. Their cocks hardened as their tongues twisted together, grinding against one another until they were solid with tips wet with precum. Chen could overpower him but not easily. Takoda let it happen, eager to be the one pushed and prodded like so many times before.
      
       Vanessa watched out of the corner of his eye. She took to a bench, legs wide and the handle of a riding crop pressed against her crotch like it was a cock. She shuddered through bitten lips, grinding and twisting that handle to the sight of her two boytoys enjoying one another.
      
       He’d been ready to burst when Vanessa commanded they stop. She pulled Chen away with her crop around his neck and made him kneel, whispering sweet nothings into his pointed ears that Takoda leaned in to hear.
      
       “Get the gear,” she told the tiger, pointing to the nearest open locker. Two leather harnesses, two pairs of hoofed boots and gloves all made from latex, bit gags and matching harnesses, the reins, and more. Two full pairs of pony play gear. His hands shivered to the touch of cool leather against his paws. His cock stood tall and pulsed with what was to come.
      
       Normally he’d be in the gear first, courtesy of Chen helping at Vanessa’s direction. So when she told him to put Chen in gear, he had to do a double-take just to be clear.
      
       Chen restrained himself until the gear was in place and let it restrain him. Like a wild beast he tested the binds, growling with lust empowered by Vanessa’s constant teasing. He became almost feral behind the gag, howling and grunting until the entire set turned him into a bound pony.
      
       The wolf normally stood a few inches taller than Takoda but the extra inches from the hooves made him tower over the tiger. Takoda gulped, grinning wide with his cock twitching.
       “What did I tell ya?” Vanessa said from behind, her words like a warm summer breeze coasting down his fur. “Breeding stud. Now if only he had a showpony to breed.”
      
       “If…if only…” Takoda licked his lips. His mouth felt too dry too quickly.
      
       Vanessa grinned, teasingly hooking her fingers into his chest. “I think you’d make a good showpony, Takoda. Don’t you?”
      
       He whinnied. It was a weak one, anxious and not-practiced, but Vanessa liked those. She liked vulnerability in her playmates, to see them squirm for her enjoyment and theirs, whether they realized it at first. Takoda once thought she could sniff that weakness, and the cheetah knew it. She gave him a long whiff when he whinnied, and chuckled to herself.
      
       She started with his boots. Takoda didn’t struggle like Chen so Vanessa could tease him more, tell him that his new feet were perfect little stompers for him to strut in. Then came the snug harness for his fur, followed by the head-harness and bit-gag over the collar latched around his neck. The blinders cut off most peripheral vision to the point of uselessness, leaving him at the mercy of Vanessa’s commands for the next bits of gear. Soon he was in the same attire as Chen, hooves and all, yet somehow still shorter.
      
       All that was left was the tail. Takoda wondered why they hadn’t put the tails on first when Vanessa brought it up. He tried to speak but that earned him a flick of her crop. “Ah, ah, ah. Ponies neigh and whinny. They don’t speak.”
      
       They were lined up over a bench, facing one another. Their actual tails were bound up their backs, leaving them free for her to push something inside. He figured it wouldn’t be much. That changed at the sound of latex gloves being pulled over her hands.
      
       “I want to make sure they fit nice and snug. So just relax.”
      
       Something cold and slimy lathered his backside. Teeth dug into his gag as the first finger sank into him. It circled his inner hole, casually trailing the gloved tip along the sensitive walls. Then came a second finger, and together they shaped themselves into a hook.
      
       “That’s it…” Vanessa cooed, patting his flank. “Just relax. I know you can take more, Takoda. I’ve trained you for it.”
      
       By the fourth finger he wants huffing. The chains binding his restraints to leathers rattled as he hunkered for control. Then came the fifth. She shaped her hand like a spear tip, slowly sinking inside him until her entire hand filled him. She curled it into a fist, pushing the pressure down on his prostate until his voice cracked with every whinny and neighing sound he made. Chen watched like he was in a trance, his cock dripping with envy.
      
       The absence of her hand became a cold longing. His ass gaped open, slowly closing while he pleaded for her to fill it. To bring him back and over the end. She complied with a tail plug, one that felt as thick as a soda can. His legs became jelly through the process, needing a moment to adjust to the newfound filling.
      
       Chen started rutting when she fingered his backside, as if the empty pillows of air could hug his dick tight enough for release. By the end he looked just as pitiful, a bound and horny beast unable to relieve itself. Chen even tried smacking his cock against his stomach like a feral horse. No such luck.
      
       Vanessa gave them time to adjust their wobbly legs. All of five minutes before cracking her crop to get them marching. “Come on, ponies. We’ve got an entire day and I don’t want to waste time.”
      
       The sun shone across the wide open field of grass and dirt. A white fence encircled the play space with metal gates separating it from other spaces and stables. The ranch was far bigger from this angle than when they’d come in. So much space, so much freedom to be seen by no one save those participating. His heart fluttered as he took his first step forward.
      
       “No!” Vanessa cracked her crop on his flank. His mistake was walking like a person, not a horse. He had to kick his knees high with his back straight. Like he was prancing. Chen needed a few steps to get it down and once he did Takoda followed along. Every time they messed up, she smacked her crop along their backsides.
      
       “Whoever goes the full lap without a smack gets a treat.”
      
       To everyone’s surprise, Takoda succeeded first. Something about not liking pain beat out Chen’s inability to balance on hooves. The treat in question was a solid cupping of his balls and three strong strokes with her spit slathering his cock.
      
       Chen won next time.
      
       The challenges got progressively harder. First it was one lap with no mistakes. Then it was two laps. Then it was a race. Then a sprint. Her rewards varied from more intensive handjobs to feeling the warmth of her mouth and tongue enveloping their rods entirely, leaving her saliva as a reminder of what they were fighting for as it cooled in the open air over their glistening rods.
      
       Their bodies burned with exhaustion as the sun darkened into the afternoon. Even with water breaks in between the two could barely walk another step, let alone run. Takoda couldn’t tell if his cheeks were wet from sweat, or tears from being on edge for hours.
      
       “Hope you’re not ready to turn in just yet,” Vanessa said, pulling their reins with care and authority. Hunched and tired, the two followed her back into the stables, where Takoda found a strange bench. It was too tall to sit on unless one hopped on it, and too short to be much of a bench. It only occurred to him what it was when she pushed him over it, ass out and body bound in place.
      
       “I know how it feels,” Vanessa patted his backside gently. Her finger trailed along the ring of his asshole, each little tap against the plug hitting like a hammer. “They say if you have an erection for too long you should call a doctor. But that’s just for viagra. What about a natural erection? What if you’re hard for hours, unable to cum, unable to even touch yourself while this cute hunk is by your side. He’s hard, he’s hot, he’s horny, and you’re the same.”
      
       She wasn’t talking to him, nor Chen, but both. They were her pets, her precious ponies all ready to breed but too obedient to push for it. Like dogs waiting for the clicker before devouring the filled food bowl.
      
       The cheetah grabbed his plug by the fake horsetail and pulled ever so slowly. He huffed, fists balling inside his hooved gloves as the silicon toy ground against his walls. Once again he’d been left empty. His exposed inner walls shivering to room temperature. By her hands Chen’s cock braced his waiting hole. By her command he sank inside. By her authority he took it slow, restraining himself from burying himself to the knot.
      
       It was hot. Compared to the lifeless tail Chen’s cock pulsed with blood and desire. Takoda struggled not to squeeze, not to demand he go in and fill every inch.
      
       Vanessa circled back around, leash in hand to keep Chen steady. She settled her crotch against Takoda’s snout. He smelled her desire beneath her pants, felt the wet lust pooling against his nose. She’d denied herself the entire time.
      
       Chen sped up. His thrusts became wet slaps against the tiger’s backside. Grunts that escaped were broken and bestial. Vanessa kept the wolf’s leash taut, both for his sake and to keep balance as she ground her cunt against Takoda’s face.
      
       Amid his intoxication Takoda could do little. His cock dangled freely, moved by the force of Chen’s pistoning. The bench creaked under him but stood stronger as waves of orgasmic overload crashed against his dam. He was close. So close. It scarcely fell when Chen slipped out. The wolf whined all the same, almost balefully pleading for help in getting back inside.
      
       “What am I to do with you?”
      
       She left them both, enjoying the tears of desperation before swaggering away to another locker. From there she pulled out some more leather straps. Takoda’s cock dripped with anticipation for what would come next. He did not expect the thick horsecock dildo strapped over her crotch.
      
       “What do you think, Takoda?” She asked, laying the fat purple phallus over his face. “Do you think our breeding stud needs help?”
      
       Takoda nodded. Chen’s cock, currently nestled between the tiger’s buttcheeks, hardened. He watched her leave as far as his blinders allowed, her fat cock swaying with every step. He heard the bottle pop open, spurt a glop of cold lube, and felt Chen tense after she pulled his tail out.
      
       Vanessa tossed the bottle aside, propped the lubed cock against her bitch boy’s asshole, and slowly pushed inside. Chen winced, his head arching back with an open mouth moan mutilated by his gag. Like with Takoda she took her time, feeling out how deep she could delve into the wolf. When satisfied she lined his cock back against the tiger’s ass, whispering just out of Takoda’s hearing as she slid Chen back inside.
      
       “Follow my lead, Stud,” she said loud enough for them both. With care she pushed in and out of Chen, hands on his hips to help him follow along. Takoda shuddered, feeling the tide swell inside him as the wolf fucked him. As the cheetah fucked him through the wolf.
      
       The stable filled with the wet sounds of slapping cocks, lube slicked silicon, tensing leather, and every grunt the three could manage. Vanessa built her rhythm slowly until she was slamming into Chen with all the force she could muster.
      
       Thick white ropes painted the ground under Takoda. She kept ramming into them, even as Chen filled the tiger’s backside. What started as a reward for an exhausting day turned into a session of post-orgasmic torture. They uttered pleadings for mercy but both knew that wouldn’t stop her, nor did they wish it. All they had to do was utter their safewords and Vanessa would end. But she hadn’t finished with herself yet, and she was close. Both would crawl over hot coals if it brought her over the edge. They trusted that she’d find a way to make the burn euphoric.
      
       So when it came, from sheer mental rush, Vanessa cried out. She hilted the entire length into Chen. Her snout buried into his back fur, mixing his sweat against her clothes. For a moment they hung there, from a second to a minute, until she pulled out with a shudder as if her cock were real enough to burn with every nerve.
        
       “Fuck…” she muttered, “I needed that.”
      
      
       ***
      
       The ranch provided everything they needed to clean their gear. By the time the trio hit the showers their paws were pruny from soap and water. Post sex showers were rarely an erotic affair, and this one was no different as they huddled together to soak in the warm torrent, methodically rubbing in shampoo in each other’s fur until they were as clean as could be.
      
       “Worth every penny,” Vanessa said in response to Takoda asking if she enjoyed renting the place. “You?”
      
       Chen nodded happily. Takoda followed, though he looked around one last time at the empty ranch on the way to his car.
      
       “Seems a bit odd, doing this alone in such a big place.”
      
       Vanessa grinned. “Oh? Does someone want an audience?”
      
       He blushed. “I…I wouldn’t go that far.”
      
       The cheetah pulled him in for a quick kiss. “Sure. I’ll keep that in mind for our next venture.”
      

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